In another place near the wall, Scarface stood with his men, facing King Aziron, who stepped forward confidently, his eyes gleaming with dominance as he said in a voice full of challenge: "Who wants to die first?"
Scarface quickly responded, gripping his necklace and pulling from within one of the skulls a glass vial containing a glowing green liquid. Then he said firmly: "We must defend the kingdom, no matter the cost!"
At that moment, from the other side, Morani appeared, holding his long spear, running toward them to join the others, and said: "We will not allow them to defile our land!"
He joined the ranks beside Scarface, and with his arrival, the warriors' morale rose, and the look of defiance in their eyes intensified.
Scarface raised his head and let out a howl like that of a wolf, his voice rippling across the battlefield. Morani followed, along with the rest of the soldiers, who began howling one after another, until their voices reached the warriors on the wall, who were fighting the Vercoda beasts.
Then to the rear side of the wall, where Hunter and Sikyū were fighting bravely. As soon as they heard the howl, they joined in, each gripping their necklace.
Scarface lifted the glass vial to his lips and swallowed the liquid in one gulp.
The sound of bones cracking began to echo from his body. Dark fur grew, his nails extended into long claws, and his face stretched forward, transforming into the snout of a feral wolf, with sharp, protruding fangs.
His body rapidly expanded, becoming a terrifying hybrid of man and wolf, standing upright on two legs with bulging muscles.
The rest of his men followed, including Morani and his brothers, Hunter and Sikyū.
Morani, with his massive build, transformed into a dark gray werewolf, his eyes silently locking onto the enemy with a heavy, ominous gaze.
Sikyū, who fought with an axe, became even more savage, swinging his weapon with wild ferocity.
Hunter, wielding his broadsword, transformed into a massive werewolf breathing fury, his gaze filled with cruelty and savagery.
From afar, Ateen watched the scene with concern and said in a low voice: "They will lose control… It's true their power multiplies when they transform into Moray wolves, but they lose their minds and become mindless predators."
The werewolves charged toward Aziron's soldiers, and a fierce, violent battle erupted.
Scarface moved closer to Morani and said: "We must synchronize our attacks against him… we strike at the same time."
Morani lunged with his spear, while Scarface used his heavy mace, and Aziron began to retreat under the pressure of their coordinated assault.
The battle was epic—each blow shook the ground.
Despite the brutality of the strikes, Aziron continued stepping back with calculated movements, silently observing, as if studying his opponents' patterns.
Then suddenly, he stopped retreating, and anger formed on his face.
At that moment, his body began to swell, his muscles bulging in a terrifying manner, as if his strength was increasing with every passing second.
His voice turned into a beastly growl as he said: "Do you think you can match me? I will show you true power!"
Aziron launched himself with overwhelming force toward Morani, striking violently—shattering his spear and inflicting a deep wound in his leg that brought him to the ground.
He raised his spear high, ready to deliver the finishing blow, but at the last moment, Scarface rushed forward and delivered a savage strike that forced Aziron to step back.
Morani looked at his brother, who was still gripping his necklace, and warned him: "Don't drink more—you'll completely lose control!"
But Scarface ignored his warning, pulled out two more glass vials, and swallowed the green liquid in one gulp.
Within moments, his muscles swelled even further, his fangs grew longer and sharper, and the color of his fur shifted from dark navy to pitch black.
Scarface charged at Aziron with immense force, and a brutal clash erupted between them.
Despite Aziron's overwhelming strength, he began to fall back, barely evading the relentless blows.
Scarface dominated every strike, attacking without mercy—like a beast that had lost all control.
In a sudden instant, King Aziron opened his mouth and expelled a viscous liquid that struck Scarface directly in the eyes, forcing him to stagger back, screaming in pain, unable to see his opponent.
Seizing the opportunity, Aziron thrust his spear swiftly into Scarface's chest, driving it deep.
The moment Aziron's spear pierced Scarface's chest, the Mazi men froze in place, shock written across their faces.
Morani stood motionless, as if the scene had stolen his breath. Then he screamed in anguish: "Scarface!!"
Despite the unbearable pain, Scarface gathered what remained of his strength, grabbed Aziron, and bit into his shoulder, sinking his fangs deep and tearing into his flesh.
Even so, Aziron did not stop. He drove his spear even deeper into Scarface's body until he collapsed to the ground.
The king stood, looking down at his fallen opponent, his body covered in wounds and injuries, while Scarface was taking his final breaths.
At that moment, in a shocking turn, steam began rising from Aziron's body, and his wounds started to heal, as if his body was rebuilding itself.
Within moments, all his injuries vanished, and he returned to his normal state.
Meanwhile, Scarface's bloodied body lay on the ground. Aziron stood over him victoriously, slowly pulling out his spear before saying in a voice filled with dominance:
"It is over for you. Surrender and hand over the kingdom, or you will share the same fate as your leader!"
As the soldiers hesitated, Morani stepped forward, limping on his injured leg, tears streaming down his face. Then he shouted in rage: "I will not let you get away with this!"
He raised his spear, and the rest of the Mazi men followed, launching a full assault toward Aziron.